I'd love to here people's most positive life changing, or mental health healing psychedelic experience.
Mine is recent. Over the past year I've been diagnosed with a very rare growth in my abdomen. Less than 200 documented cases of this specific growth in entire English medical literature. Lots of MRIs and CT scans etc. Surgery is sketchy and no surgeons really want to touch it because of the risks. Needless to say it's been a year of constant worry, anxiety, and searching for answers.
A few weekends go I reached into my jar of dried cubensis and took an unknown dose. Nothing crazy, 2 grams maybe more. Was feeling really good, nice headspace, enjoying the night. My wife decided to have a shower so I went to the basement to put some wood on the wood stove and take a pee in our downstairs bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and felt compelled to have a conversation with myself. I looked myself dead in the eyes and as if having a conversation with someone else told myself to stop worrying. The conversation went on for a few minutes, a few times laughing at myself or joking with myself. It was a fucked up experience. I left the bathroom and thought nothing of it.
Since that night my anxiety about my stomach is gone. I'm not worried, I have faith everything will be alright and I will be referred to the proper surgeon. That one experience has helped me and brought so more more joy and pleasure to my days.
Mine is recent. Over the past year I've been diagnosed with a very rare growth in my abdomen. Less than 200 documented cases of this specific growth in entire English medical literature. Lots of MRIs and CT scans etc. Surgery is sketchy and no surgeons really want to touch it because of the risks. Needless to say it's been a year of constant worry, anxiety, and searching for answers.
A few weekends go I reached into my jar of dried cubensis and took an unknown dose. Nothing crazy, 2 grams maybe more. Was feeling really good, nice headspace, enjoying the night. My wife decided to have a shower so I went to the basement to put some wood on the wood stove and take a pee in our downstairs bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and felt compelled to have a conversation with myself. I looked myself dead in the eyes and as if having a conversation with someone else told myself to stop worrying. The conversation went on for a few minutes, a few times laughing at myself or joking with myself. It was a fucked up experience. I left the bathroom and thought nothing of it.
Since that night my anxiety about my stomach is gone. I'm not worried, I have faith everything will be alright and I will be referred to the proper surgeon. That one experience has helped me and brought so more more joy and pleasure to my days.